In case anyone thinks I've gone completely bonkers...

...the previous post was at the request of DAC, and is part of a joke.  I don't really think that he invented an evil sock sucking machine.

Although, I'm not fully convinced that he didn't cheat on Robert Pattinson.

Edited to add:  I think that I can greatly increase my blog readership by somehow incorporating the phrase "Who Is Douglas Anthony Cooper" into every post.  I'll have to work on ways to do this.

WHO IS DOUGLAS ANTHONY COOPER?

I must ask your forgiveness for interupting my usual blather about my really boring life to educate you about Douglas Anthony Cooper.

I don't like him.  He stole my socks.  The thing is, he also stole your socks.  He is an evil genius, and has invented a machine that will suck any socks lost while doing laundry into his vile, rented, abode that he shares with an equally evil hairless dog.  The dog is reported to eat socks, so that is perhaps why the evil Douglas Anthony Cooper invented the evil sock-sucking machine.  I've heard rumors that he keeps a jar of toe-jam in his refrigerator, perhaps he spreads the jam on the socks he serves to the dog.

He recently cheated on Robert Pattinson.  He claimed that it was because Robert doesn't wear socks, but I think it's because he was jealous of Rob's clearly superior toe jam.

Blue Whales

Black Sea Nettle.  Apparently they only show up here every four years or so.  Tentacles up to 25 feet long. 

Went out on the yacht America again to look for blue whales.  Found some! Dolphins too.

Abuse is Abuse!

I went to see a play today that was written by a dear friend.  It was part of the projects of Heartfelt Voices United and their mission is "To encourage and support survivors of sexual assault, domestic violence, and child abuse." 

The abuse I suffered as a child wasn't sexual.  It was emotional and physical.  My mother had a broom closet full of yard sticks that had been broken across the backs of my legs.  There was no way to avoid the beatings, I had no idea of what would set her off.  There were no rules, just constant tension and terror.  I have absolutely no memory of any reason why I was beaten, just of the look on her face as she swung the yard sticks and the feeling of hopelessness.

I used to beg to be able to go to boarding school.  The one time the cheap-ass bitch coughed up money for me to go to camp I was surprised that other girls were homesick.  Camp was heaven!  No one there was screaming at me or chasing me through the house to hit me with a yard stick.  I was half tempted to hide in a tent instead of boarding the bus home.

I think that the lack of maternal love was the reason that I made bad choices.  Attached myself to  "friends" in high school who only invited me places when they needed a car and a driver.  Was a bit loose (okay, more than a bit) with the body because I craved affection and I thought that sex would be a way to get it.  It wasn't.

The saddest part is that my mother not only won't apologize, she denies that any of this ever happened.  She contends that she was a good mother.  She escorted me into a lifetime of bad choices because I sought the love I never got from her. 

The main point of the play was that you need to talk, you need to tell your stories.  Until you tell the story you will not be free from the abuse prison.  This is just a part of my story, but it's a start.

My "Eccentric" Take on Pet Food

Apparently, besides being a raging alcoholic I'm bat-shit crazy because I choose to feed raw food to my dogs.  I don't usually link to other blogs, but this is a great article written by my friend who runs an animal shelter:  Bella, Raw Food and the AVMA

Seriously.  I think that anyone who refuses to do the research and refuses to understand canine nutritional needs is the crazy person.

Thoughts about "health care".

First of all, there is a difference between "health care" and "health coverage."  Anyone can get health care.  Maybe not the best, and someone will want you to pay for it later, but anyone can be treated at an ER.

I had no coverage, and ended up in the ER and then hospitlized.  I was amused when I read that I supposedly told someone that I hadn't sought care because there was no one to look after my dogs.  I would have never said that, since it wasn't true.  The real reason was that I had no insurance.  I hoped the problem would get better.  It didn't.

Fast forward.  I now have insurance.  I have an ugly thing on my neck, and I want to get it resolved.  Cute young female doctor wants me to get a CT scan and see a surgeon.  I made the appointments, but at 8 pm on the night before the CT scan I get a phone call that "someone" (cute young female doctor) forgot to also order a blood test.  Clueless woman on phone couldn't tell me exactly what I needed to do, couldn't tell me why I needed to get a test, probably didn't even know why she called me.  I had to reschedule the CT, and go visit the vampires.

Here's a good thing.  My kidney function is .1 above the best, and way below any cause for concern.  For this I need to extend the appointments (that I've been trying to get since June 1st) for another week?  Yippee!

My Cute Little Sign

Well, it WAS mine, but it disappeared while I was in the hospital.  I guess someone didn't appreciate the message.  I liked it, and it was a gift. 

What have I been up to?

-Shooting photos for a charity soccer tournament.  Still editing and uploading.

-A couple of beers with a friend at Dick's Last Resort to watch the zombie walk.  No photos this year.

-Meet-up group photo shoot at Ballast Point Brewery.  Beer tasting.  Growler of BP Calico Amber Ale in the fridge.  I'll open it tomorrow, growlers must be consumed within a day or two, and I wasn't in the mood for massive beer consumption tonight because I have an adoption event tomorrow morning.  ("Became more devoted to rescue" was one of the reasons a certain person used to label me as becoming deranged.   I have no better place to spend a Sunday than with wonderful dogs who are looking for homes.)

I made a delightful discovery today. A friend and I went up the mountain for some wine tasting, (I had a Groupon) and on the way back to the car we checked out the bead store. They have an absolutely stunning selection. I told the woman working that I have a bead problem. I love them. I buy them. I never do anything with them, and sometimes give them away to people that will actually do something with them. She made me promise to come back, we'll have a couple of glasses of wine (she works at the wine tasting room on the weekends) and we can play with beads. If you're headed to Julian, check out this lovely place: Mountain Beadworks

Back Pain Sucks!

I never had back problems until someone somehow tricked me into carrying a TV while walking backwards and managed to shove it into me so that my back twisted.  That said, I think that I'll have to convince my tall friends to schedule our Friday get togethers at places that have comfortable chairs.  Those stupid wooden chairs with no butt cushions and no real back support seriously suck.  I'm sitting here with my heated flax seed pillow, contemplating drugs. 

Would it be too "little old lady" to bring my own lumbar cushion to a bar?

For the Liars Amoung Us...

If you think you got away with lying to me or about me, you are mistaken.

Independence Day!

Hoping everyone had a lovely day spent with family and friends.  Here's part of the pack that I spent the day with.  (The two legged friends were good too.)

I Could Spit Nails!

A former Facebook friend (former as of a few minutes ago) posted that he thought it bad karma to kill a stink bug.  The thing is, this ass wipe previously boasted about trapping feral cats and sending them off to be killed at the shelter.  Killing a bug carries worse karma than killing a cat?  Perhaps the dip shit thinks that since he didn't stick the needle in the cats that the karma isn't on him?  And he got a bit nasty when I called him on the discrepancy.  His posts aren't all that interesting anyway.  Bye bye butt head.

This cute feral cat that hangs out in my yard sometimes would be dead if that guy had his way.